The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-03-18

II never go TO pubic balls. They
are vulgar"
81 was just saying to Mrs. de Sille"
said l, at my wits end for some
thing and hesitated-
"Sille, Sllle? Are there any Of the
name left?" she exclaimed with the
first show of interest. ~ thought the
family extinct"
"Wel, yes, in the male line. But
you certainly know your hostess,
don't you?"
"To tell you candldly, don't. l
came down here by c~hance-by mis-
lakeland hope to get away without
attracting notice"
Gas if you could" l cried. "There
are not so many beautiful women
nowadays that you could hope to
pass in a crowd!'
l felt that the fair ones eyes were
on me, and, though l knew Colored.
determined to see her at last. Raising
my eyes-there was that acCursed fan
again! But the shot had told; the fan
looked better hum0red, more talka-
tive, and the body in that enhancing
silk robe turned q trihe in my direc-
ton.
''Then that is why you wear one Of
those delicious dresses We havein min
iatures and old pictures!" l cried.
'But sometimes you come down to
the present, don't you? Sometimes
you think it might be well to know
your own times-not those of sixty
years gone by? For l want to
see mor OF you. may have no 9th
er opportunity to say so. Will you,
will you let me call on your"
said this because ! saw that little
ass, Tommy Moore, steering straight
out for our tete-a.tete.
"Why, you do call on me often!"
said the lady, calmly. "You dine at
my table at least once a month in
winter"
(Which, avaunt!" I Kissed, perceiv-
ing that by some incomprehensible
means a friend must have been mas
querading. I moved suddenly and
caught her profile against the brilliant
room for a second. But it was not
n l knew, though it recalled four or
five people to my mind, only to reject
them.
81 don't propose to tell you my
name" she Grid, "but you must tell
me yours. \ All! | suspected it
from the resemblance. Your father
was a charming m~an-rather to head
long in falling in love, poor fellow!-
but your mothers mother! What an
original creature! Such a sad face as
she had when she lost her husband,
But from that sadness, as from a
heavy cloud in summer, how she shot
wit and humor like different colored
lightning! Those were not bad days
in their way-I have heard"
drew a long breath. "You fright
ened me then. You spoke as if you
belonged to New York sixty years ago
and were a disembodied spirit revisit
ingthe earth"
She laughed a thin, but musical,
laugh.
"And if l were? o, don't you see
how little difference it makes, whether
| am myself or my own grandmother?
We get our qualities from our ances-
tors. Put it this way: 1 may posi-
bly, have had so much to do with old
people of my own family who live al.
together in the past that unconscious
ly l live there with them-and know
Old New-York as perfectly as-I do
not know New New York."
Tommy Moore came up. Isaw that
Mrs. de Sille had become crazed with
annoyance, and conjecturing that l
could not extricate myself, had sent
him to furnish me with an C
"Mr. Thomas Moore, the eminent
end man of all amateur minstrelsy -
without his burnt cork"-thus lin
PRODUCED Moore to the lady, wishing
To hice he James 0ff SSnvof, anu won
dering how / could get hold other lden-
tity.
81 didn't catch her NAME" bawled
Tommy in what he thought q very
facetious stage whisper.
The lady lowered her fan, but al
ways SO that / could not see her face,
and gave Tommy such a look that
his knees smote together. He reach
ed hastily for a stool, and remained
~speechless, with his mouth slightly
open.
mo, Ego nowhere now" resumed
she, TRANQUILITY, al if she continued a
conversation. THE manners of the
present generation are SO bad that
there is no pleasure in it. The men
cannot even bow, and, do you know,
! think this whirling dance shockingly
vulgar. There is so much PERSONAL
contact. Here she produced a smell
ing bottle OF ancient shape and shifted
prettily at it. "As for the women,
thew have M sanaa aE all A ladv
must know how to be rude, but only
when II is needed to check vulgarity.
1t seems to me that these women and
little misses are only rude when they
ought TO be civil. The men they